Date: Sun, 17 Jul 2005 19:09:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod
Subject: My trainer, Bobby - Part 3
"And you licked your fingers clean." He chuckled. "Are you ready to cum
again?"
I started to nod, but then remembered and said, "Yes."
He smiled, "Yes, I haven't forgotten your punishment. That will still
happen. I won't forget. But for now, stand up, open up your pizza box and
unwrap the chocolate bar."
Were we eating or was I jacking off? I stood up and opened the pizza box
and then took the wrapper off of the chocolate bar. I then looked over at
Bobby.
I still couldn't believe where I was - this thought just seemed to
percolate through my mind tonight. Naked, jacking off and allowing this
guy to control my every minute. Filming my every intimate moment.
Bobby had his camera out again. "Now jack off for me again." He stressed
the word "again." And I blushed. I reached down and wrapped my hand
around my cock. It seemed like I had been jerking my cock all evening. It
had either been hard and dripping or I had been stroking it for Bobby,
whenever and wherever he wanted.
"Tell me what you are thinking about," he instructed.
I was stroking my cock as I looked into Bobby's eyes. "I was thinking
about how embarrassed you have made me this evening. Making me stroke off
in the library, on the campus lawn, for that guy in the store. Walking
naked in public, having fingers, a plug and a candy bar up my ass. Having
you watch me do all those things and having you film everything. Wondering
what you are going to do with those movies of me." My breath was coming
faster and my heart was pounding as I pumped my cock and relived how low he
had made me become.
"Shoot on the pizza and the candy bar when you cum." I was in oblivion. I
was over the edge and there was a fog in my head. I rose up on my toes as
they curled and my whole body tensed as went over the edge. Ropes shot out
of my cock, over the pizza, the candy bar and everywhere. I didn't even
care. I was beyond caring. He could do anything to me and I would revel
in it.
When I regained my breath, my eyes focused and saw he was still filming me.
I looked down and saw my jizz pooling on the cool pizza and laying starkly
across the chocolate bar. "Now pick up a piece of pizza and eat it. Eat a
slice of pizza covered in your own cum."
I reached down and picked up a slice. Cum covered it and dripped off the
edge. I bit into it and tasted my cum once again. It hit me and I thought
I might hurl. I was eating my own cum again. Eating cum, out of my cock,
while someone watched and filmed me. Tears welled in my eyes again as I
chewed.
I finished my slice and Bobby told me to eat the candy bar. I picked it up
and brought it to my mouth. The cum slid down the bar towards my mouth.
As I chewed on it, cum dripped onto my upper lip. Tears streamed down my
face as I wiped it up. I know I was being a wimp, but I just couldn't
believe where I was and what I was doing.
Bobby came over with the camera pointed at me. "What is wrong?" He asked
in that same quiet voice. "Isn't this what you craved? Craved in the
intermost part of your heart? What you have looked for, imagined and
fantasized about for years? Isn't it?"
I nodded, then said, "Yes! Fuck yes! But why are you doing this, why do
you know what I want, need, desire and dream about? Why?"
Bobby smiled and said, "That is a long story that I will tell you later,
probably tomorrow. Right now I have to punish you." I think I was so far
gone, that I couldn't be shocked again. He set the camera on the desk
facing the chair. He sat on the chair, spread his leg and patted his leg.
"Come bend over my lap."
I walked in a daze over and lay down over his legs. The fabric of his
jeans burred across my legs and chest as I stretched out. My cock was
hanging down between his legs. My ass was open and exposed to him. It
made me feel so vulnerable. I couldn't remember a time that I had to do
this when I was a kid. No one had ever turned me over their knee to spank
me.
He placed one hand on my back. It felt warm as he held me firmly with it.
The other hand rubbed my ass. He slid his fingers down my crack towards my
hole. "How does your hole feel?" He pushed his finger into my tight ass
ring.
"Sore!" I moaned as he pushed his finger into my ass.
"Good. Good for the poor little boy to have his hole stretched. We will
get you more time wearing your butt plug. Keeping in there reminds you
that you are low and pitiful. Getting hard because you have something up
your ass. Do you get turned on with something up your ass?"
"Yes," I mumbled.
"Turn and look at the camera and tell them that you like having something
in your ass. It makes you feel good."
I turned and looked at the camera, I had almost forgotten about it. I felt
heat rushing through me and heard a pounding in my ears, as I spoke, "I
like having something in my ass. It makes me horny."
He wiggled his finger around in my hole and then removed it. He continued
to massage and rub my ass. Such intimate contact was having an affect on
my cock. Then he widened his legs and reached between my legs and cupped
my balls and gave them a squeeze, at first gently and then with more
pressure. I moaned again. He squeezed more then and I felt a stab of pain
and jerked.
"Don't move or I will have to punish you more. You like having your balls
squeezed?"
"Yes." I mumbled at the floor, I had tuned back to looking at the floor.
He gave my balls another squeeze and I moaned again. He removed his hand
from my balls and grasped my now hard cock. He pulled it back and up
between my legs. He couldn't bring it all the way. It was smashing my
balls and hurting my groin. I moaned again. He let it go and it flipped
up and hit my stomach. It hurt bad.
That's when he slapped my ass for the first time. Smack. It stung and I
wasn't ready for it. My whole body twitched and I reached back to cover my
butt.
"Remove your hands! You will get more for that. What the matter, it hurt
your little boy butt? When was the last time your were spanked like this?"
"I never was." I muttered, still shocked at the slap.
"Well, better get used to it. Cause if you break the rules you will get
punished." He had been rubbing my ass, while he talked and then, Smack.
Another one.
"Ahhggg" I cried. He was not holding back on the slaps. He delivered two
more in quick succession. And I tried to bite my lip to keep from yelling.
I was clinching my ass cheeks closed, trying to keep them hard and tight.
He rubbed my ass again and then smacked it two more time, harder than ever
before! I was beginning to cry.
He rubbed my ass for a while and I continued to keep my ass clinched. He
moved his hand and reached between my legs again. He grabbed my cock and
squeezed hard. It was already about to burst. "Ah, the low life loves to
be spanked."
He released my cock and then told me I could stand up. After I did, he
did. Then he turned my back to the camera and told me to bend over so he
could show my red ass. He made me reach back and spread my cheeks and show
my hole. The one I liked to have something in, he told the camera.
Then he turned me around showing off my hard cock saying how much I
obviously enjoyed it. The got the camera and panned up to show my tear
stained face. "Ah, we made the little boy cry. But his cock says he liked
it."
He turned off the camera and came over to me. He wiped the tears off of my
face with his hand and looked me in the eye. "Tell me. Did I humiliate
you? Did I degrade you? Did you get hard? Did you get off on it? Tell
me!"
I looked him in the eyes. "Yes, yes, YES! God damn it! You are fucking
with my mind! How can you do this to me?" I was near my breaking point.
I thought my mind would snap.
"Later, I said, Right now, it is time for a shower. Follow me."
I followed him into my bathroom. My cock was still dripping cum, and it
still hadn't gotten soft.
"Take off my clothes," he instructed. He sat down on the toilet and waited
for me. "Start with my shoes and socks."
I knelt on the floor, sitting back on my haunches, butt touching my heels.
I lifted his right foot, untied his cross trainer and loosened the laces.
I then pulled off the shoe. I set it to the side. I then pulled down his
white sock, over his heel and off his foot. "Smell my sock," he directed.
It was getting routine, but I blushed again as I lifted his sock to my nose
and inhaled the smell of his sweaty feet. It was a rank heady smell. Why,
I don't know, but my cock twitched, as I smelled it. "Oh, it gets him
excited to smell a man's socks. How low is that?"
I was still holding his foot in one hand. I put down the sock and looked
as his foot. There was a bit of hair on the tops of his toes and you could
see the veins that ran across the top of it. He had a high arch. Why was
I studying his foot?
I put it down and picked up the other, removed the shoe and sock. This
time without being instructed, I brought the sock to my nose and inhaled.
I put down the sock and then lowered my head and sniffed his toes. What a
manly smell. Like a locker room and gym and workouts and sweat and all
those things.
I blushed as I realized what I was doing. I looked up to see Bobby watching
me. He didn't say a word as I lowered his foot.
"Now the shirt," he said.
It was a t-shirt, so I reached over and pulled it up over his head,
exposing his well defined chest. His bit of dark hair outlined his pecs.
And a trail of the same dark hair led down from his navel. Dark hair
curled out from his pits as the shirt came off of his arms. "Now smell the
pits of the shirt." As I raised the shirt to my nose and found a sweaty
armpit to inhale, he moved his foot until it was pressing down on my cock.
I moaned and inhaled. Wow, what a heady mix of man, again.
"Man, you are low enough to get off on smelling a man's BO. Wow, and your
cock is still hard. You really get off on this shit." Red heat flushed my
face as I lowered his t-shirt. He moved his foot off of my dick and then
stood. "Now, the pants but leave the boxers on."
I rose up unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. I was looking at
the trail of hair leading from his navel down into his pants. I unzipped
his pants and let them fall to the floor. As he raised each foot, I moved
the pants away, until he was standing there in just his blue plaid boxers.
My face was inches from his crotch. I would smell the sweat, piss and musk
of him.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Take off my boxers."
I put my fingers in the waistband and pulled them down, mesmerized by the
trail of hair that was exposed. The hair was dark and kinky and stayed
about an inch wide, until the top of his pubic hair was exposed. Then a
wide dark patch of wiry dark brown hair appeared. A little more and the
base of his cock was exposed. It continued down until the flared head
appeared and popped over the waistband. Then I continued to slide them
down, all the while staring at the cock in front of me.
Other than when he had been pissing on my, I had not been this close to
another man's cock. And at that time, I hadn't been looking directly at
it. It hung about 3 or 4 inches down, over 2 golf ball sized nuts. Wiry
brown hair surrounded the cock and lightly covered his balls. He had been
circumcised as I had been, but the head of his dick seemed to flair more
than mine did. Not that I had ever seen mine this close up.
"Now take up the shorts and get a good smell of my crotch." As I raised
his shorts to my nose, I closed my eyes and took the smell deep into my
lungs. Analyzing all the smells - sweat, piss, musk, soap, laundry soap
and more. I came out of my analysis as he said, "Okay, now stick your nose
in here and get a good whiff."
I moved the shorts down to see that he had turned around and had spread his
cheeks. I was looking right into his furry crack. "Come on, any guy that
is low enough to sniff another guys shorts, has got to be low enough to
stick his nose into another guy's crack and sniff." I felt the heat pulse
again on my cheeks, but still I leaned forward and put my nose into his
crack. The wiry hairs here tickled my nose. But I got the same musky,
sweaty, manly smell I had from his shorts, plus an acrid tinge that
blushingly reminded my of the taste I had from sticking my fingers up my
ass.
"Now, since you love being this low, how about giving my hole a kiss?" as
he spread his cheeks more. Blood pounded in my temples as I closed my eyes
and leaned forward, until my lips made contact with the rosebud of his
hole. It was a quick kiss, I didn't linger and moved my head back.
He let go of his cheeks, stood upright and turned around, almost hitting my
in the face with his cock. It seemed to have gotten bigger.
"Okay now for the shower. You are going to wash me as you would wash
yourself. The exact same places, soaps, etc that you do when you are
taking a shower. Then when you are finished washing me, I will watch you
wash yourself and see if you do it the same way."
He stepped away from me, opened the shower curtain and got in. He waited.
I rose up to my knees and then stood. My cock was arched up and dripping
once again. My body suffused with heat again, as I realized I was going to
have to touch this man everywhere, as intimately as I did myself. I closed
my eyes for a moment, took a deep breath and then went over to start the
water.
Once I got the temperature right, I pulled the shower curtain around us and
started the shower. "Now use the same washcloth and soap that you would
use on yourself." I picked up my washcloth and soap and worked a lather
into the washcloth. I was standing at the back of the tub, so the majority
of water was flowing over Bobby. "Now where do you start?"
"I start with my face. I put it into the stream and get it wet, then wash
it."
"Okay, then let's get started." He said as he put his face into the water,
then brought it out. I used the cloth to wash his face, neck behind his
ears, just as I would my self. Then I started across his chest. Then I
told him to raise his right arm as I washed that armpit and then down his
arm. I couldn't believe this. I had never been this intimate with anyone,
man or woman. Of course, I had showered with the guys in the gym, but I
had never washed one of them. Or even observed them closely as I did.
I had always worried about getting hard in the showers, as part of my
fantasies had been about having to be naked in front of people. So I
didn't spend a lot of time there, only as much as needed and didn't spend a
lot of time looking at the other guys. Nakedness was always part of my
fantasies. The thought of naked people or being naked in front of people
had always made me hard. I always thought Of being made to strip in front
of someone. And in my darkest fantasies, I had to get hard and jack off.
It didn't matter if it was in front of a man or a woman. To me it was just
the humiliation of being made to do it.
I washing Bobby's other pit and arm now, and working my way down his well
muscled stomach. His washboard abs were hard below my hands and I scrubbed
them. When I got to just above his crotch, I hesitated. I moved around
and did his shoulders and down his back, something I couldn't do as well on
myself. His broad shoulders led down to a tapered waist and then to the
defined muscles of his butt.
I soaped up the washcloth again. "So where do you go now?" he asked.
"I, ah, usually do my feet now."
He raised his right foot and I soaped it up well, working my fingers
between each toe as I did mine. Then across the arch and instep to the
ankle. Then soaped up the well muscled calves to his knee. Then all
around his thigh. He had hair all along his legs, not thick, but since it
was darker than mine, it showed up more. Then I told him I needed the next
foot. He switched resting on foot on the side of the tub with the other
and I repeated the process there. I told him to rinse, as I soaped up the
cloth again.
"Now where?"
"My butt, I mean, your butt." He turned his back to me and bent a bit. I
reached down and wash the muscles of his ass, which had a bit of hair on
them as well. Then brought the cloth to his crack. I had to spread open
his cheeks to get the cloth in and wash it completely. I rinsed the cloth
as I told him to turn and rinse.
"Don't you usually run your hand up and down your crack as you are rinsing
to make sure you get everything rinsed?"
"Yes." So I reached down spread his cheeks with one hand and then rinsed
water up and down his crack, making sure I got all the soap out.
I soaped up the cloth again, there was only one place left. He stood
facing me as I reached down and scrubbed his crotch, first his cock and
then around his balls and finally the area behind his balls. I started to
tell him to turn ad rinse when he said, "Do you ever jack off when you take
a shower." He looked me right in the eyes. I nodded and blushed.
"Well, I told you to do everything that you did in the shower. So I guess
you better get with it." My whole body turned crimson. I thought he meant
me for a minute, that I had to jack off again, in front of him. Put then I
understood, he wanted me to jack him off.
"You mean, you want me to, ah..."
"What ever you do, yes."
I soaped up the washcloth again and took his cock in my hand. It didn't
feel right, so I told him to turn and face the shower. I stood behind him,
trying not to poke him with my cock and still reach his cock. I started
using the soapy cloth on his cock. But I always had two hands working on
my crotch, so I stepped closer to him, so I could reach both hands around
him. My cock pressed up against his firm butt as I played with his cock
with one hand and his balls with the other; just I did when alone in the
shower.
I felt his cock growing in my hand. It seemed to get bigger and bigger as
I stroked and worked back and forth with the soapy washcloth. When he was
completely hard, I began the slow rhythm I used up and down his cock, each
time wiping the cloth across the sensitive head of my cock, I mean his
cock. I cupped his balls and gently rolled them around in the loose sack.
His were bigger than mine and his cock was thick and longer, but not by a
huge amount. I could tell the difference though. I continued on thinking
it was my cock, where I would be in this process. I felt my heart quicken
and heard him moan as I increased the speed a bit.
He was leaning back into me, just as I always leaned back when I was
stroking myself. I knew I would be close by this point, so I dropped the
cloth, as I do and began to pump his cock with a soapy wet hand. I could
hear his breathing quicken and knew he was close. I increased the speed a
bit more and rubbed the end more and then felt his cock swell in my hand
and knew he was shooting. His whole body spasmed and he moaned again and I
did as well.
I kept playing with the sensitive end of it, just as I did and he shuddered
again. I felt his breathing slow and his cock softened a bit. I tilted
him into the stream of the water and rinsed off his cock and my hand.
"Now. What do you do?" He said turning and looking at me. I reddened
realizing what I had just done to another man; I had jerked him off. What
kind of low life was I anyway?
"I wash my hair and then I shave."
"You shave in the shower?"
"Yes, I like how is softens my beard and makes it easy to shave.
"Okay, but I have a question?"
"Yes."
"What do you do, if you have to take a piss when you are in the shower?"
"I just piss."
"Thanks."
I felt warm water flowing across my crotch. I looked down and he was
pissing. But he was directing the stream at my crotch, once again covering
me in his piss.
When he finished, I had him put his head under the nozzle and get his hair
wet. Then I got the shampoo and lathered up his hair. I washed it
thoroughly, rinsed and then did it again. Without thinking, I got the
conditioner out and put some on his hair. He had such thick brown hair; it
was amazing running my fingers through it. I had always kept my fairly
short. His wasn't really long, but much longer than mine.
While the conditioner was working, I got the razor and began to shave him.
I was concentrating now. Making sure I did it carefully and in the same
manner I did mine. As I moved his head this way and that, carefully
cleaning off his dark stubble, he watched me. When I finished, I rinsed
his face, his head, getting all the conditioner off and stood back.
"That's it."
"Okay, Dry me off as you would and then I'll get the camera." I turned off
the water and got a towel. "Where do you start?"
"At the top and work down," I said automatically and then started to smile
and caught myself.
"What's so funny?"
"That's what my high school gym coach taught us. 'Start at the top and
work down - you wouldn't want to wipe your ass and then your face.' And I
have always remembered that."
"Sound advice."
So I took the towel and start drying his hair, rubbing my hand back and
forth along the sides and then the top and back, and then his head and
face, arms, pits, chest and stomach. Then I did his back. Then to follow
my top to bottom routine, I dried his butt, spreading his cheeks again to
dry his crack. Then I took the towel and dried his cock, balls and the
area behind them. Then I went down each leg, noticing how his dark hairs
sprang up as I dried them. It fact as I looked up, the hair was more
noticeable now, dry rather than wet.
I continued to look as I dried each foot. "What are you staring at? Never
seen a naked man before?" Again, I reddened. Would it ever stop?
"Sorry, I was noticing the hair on your body. Yours is darker than mine
and you seem to have more of it. Like I don't have any on my chest and
just a little on my butt. And I don't think I have hair like that in my
crack." Blushing again.
"Yeah, I was noticing that you don't have a lot, also. But then again a
real man, one with hair, wouldn't jack off for another guy, or strip for
him, or do what he says or allow himself to be pissed on would he?" I hung
my head and blushed. He had said it in the same even tone he always used,
he hadn't said it in a malicious way or with a sneer, but it still made me
feel ashamed.
"Oh, don't look down. I have told you about that. Besides you like doing
those things, don't you? You like being told what to do, you like being
demeaned, don't you? It makes your cock throb when I say these things
about you and make you do them, doesn't it. You being a low life that
kisses another man's asshole, makes your cock drip, doesn't it?" Again,
the same soft voice without any rancor.
I looked into his eyes, tears welling again. I couldn't deny it, my cock
was hard and it was dripping, again. "Yes." And again I said, "But how do
you know that? How do you have this hold over me?"
"I said, that is a long story and I will tell you sometime." While he
talked he walked out and got the camera and some other stuff and came back.
"Dry yourself off. We need to do something before you take your shower."
I took the towel, now wet from him and dried myself as best as I could,
wondering what he had in mind now.
"You know, I was thinking about your hair as well. I was thinking that a
low life little man like you has too much hair. You sometimes act like a
little boy, blushing at the site of a cock or when someone touches you, or
you have to touch someone. So I was thinking we should make you look like
a little boy."
"What do you mean?" I looked at him with shock, thinking he couldn't
possibly mean what I thought he meant.
"Why to shave the hair off of your crotch, pits, everywhere. For now, I'll
leave the hair on your head. Maybe make it a bit shorter, but leave it for
now."
"I can't do that!" Really concerned now. "I couldn't go to the gym or
shower at the gym. What would other guys say or think?"
"I really don't care what they say or do. You can tell them you are going
out for the swim team, that is was an initiation, or you are doing it for
your chick. And by the way, since you were only concerned with guys seeing
you, does that mean that chicks don't care, or that you don't have a
girlfriend, or that you are gay?" He looked at me questioning. "All I
know is that it will remind you that you are mine, to do with whatever I
want. Besides don't you get off on the things I make you do?"
"I, ah," I couldn't finish the sentence, I only turned red again.
"No, speak your mind. I just said you couldn't question my orders, I
didn't say you couldn't think or speak," he said again, in the same even
tone. I didn't think he was mad, just wanting to know.
"I, ah, this is difficult to say." I reddened again, started to look down,
but instead kept looking him in the eyes. "I have never been with anyone
before, man or woman. I have only had my fantasies and my, ah, hand," the
blush deepened. "You are right, all the stuff you have me do, is all part
of a very elaborate fantasy I have built up in my mind. It has so many
aspects and so many variations and I continue to think about it, expand it,
and travel down various avenues of it." I could feel my eyes watering
again. "Today, has been so much, maybe too much. I can't process it all.
I have never been this horny, but that's not the right word, filled with
lust is better, in my entire life. I have cum so many times tonight; I
have lost count.
"I can't believe I said yes to you, I can't believe I continue to listen to
you, to obey you, to let you control me. But it seems like I am hungry for
it, thirst for it. I am not questioning anything you are doing, I only
have one thing I would ask or suggest or whatever.
"The public displays you have made me do tonight, they really make me
nervous. I mean I think I would die, if my folks found out what I was
doing, or if someone I knew found out I let myself be treated like this, or
my professors. I mean, it's all so dirty and I am being so debased and
humiliated, I couldn't live with myself, if other knew I craved this. That
I seemed to want this with my very being. I just want you to know that."
I was going to start loosing it soon, I could feel the tightening in my
chest.
"Dave, thank you. Thank you for your honesty, for admitting so much to me,
for opening up so much to me. He took me by the shoulder and rubbed my
head with the other hand. You are growing so much and learning so much. I
have heard your request and will take it in to consideration. That doesn't
mean that I will change anything. I may or I may not. But I am glad you
shared it. One request I have of you, if there is something I can do to
help you, you let me know. If I ask you to do A and you think it is too
much, you can offer to do B, rather than object to A. Or you can ask that
I come up with an alternative.
"I don't always guarantee that what I chose will be easier, but it will be
different." He wiped the moisture from my eyes. "Now let's get on with
that removal of your hair. He brought out a pair of electric clippers and
plugged them into the outlet next to the sink. Then he turned and said,
"Raise your arm."
I did as he instructed and lifted an arm. He proceeded to use the clippers
and shave out that pit. Then he did the other one. Then he had me bend
over the toilet and spread my cheeks and he worked the clippers down my
crack. I felt the teeth of the clippers grasp the sensitive flesh there
and yelped. "It's okay, almost done."
Then he made me stand and turn around. Taking hold of my cock without any
hesitation, as if was not a sexual organ, without any thought as to what it
was. He held it this way and that while he shaved around my cock and
balls. Then he had me get on the floor, spread and lift my legs so he
could get the area behind my balls. When he was done he had me look in the
mirror. I viewed my naked crotch and reddened, and I swear blushing in
that area.
"Okay, now to finish up." He took out a can of something, shook it and
then started spread foam all over my arms, chest, butt and legs. My cock
continued to throb and drip while he touched every part of my body.
"Okay, while that does its work, I'll use your razor and some cream to get
your nice and smooth." He took out some shaving cream and spread it all
around my crotch and then used the razor to shave all the stubble away. He
pulled my nuts tight in the sack so he could shave them. Then he had me
bend over again as he spread foam on my crack. He shaved all along the
crack, constantly smoothing and wiping the foam. He even slipped a
foam-covered finger into my ass, making me jump. He laughed at that and
slapped my ass as he removed it.
He put an attachment on the clippers and told me to lean over. He took my
head and using the clippers, cut everything off, except about 1/4 inch.
"Okay, get the shower going - leave this end of the curtain open and bathe
yourself, while I film you." I started the water, got the temperature
right and then stepped in and started the shower. First I rinsed all the
foam from my body. I had heard about this kind of foam. Girls used it to
remove hair. It dissolved the hair or something. I could see bits of hair
here and there rinsing off with the foam. I was going to be literally
hairless.
Once rinsed, I started in on washing myself; following the same path and
techniques I had used on myself. When I was done, he asked me about my
wood and I blushed as I took myself in hand once again in front of him. My
balls were so sensitive, so was my crotch with no hair. I closed my eyes
and lost myself in what I had done tonight. I heard him say, "Stick a
finger up your ass. Finger yourself." I turned red again, remembering he
was there and doing what he asked I spread my legs so I could reach back
and insert a finger.
It didn't take long after that and I was coating the shower curtain with
cum. My breath was ragged and my heart pounding as I shot load after load.
What was that, the third time or fourth?
My toes uncurled and I rinsed myself off, turned off the water and stepped
out. Bobby had removed the bathmat that was covered with hair. I took the
wet towel and dried myself off, feeling the nakedness of my crotch and the
sensitivity of it.
I looked at myself in the mirror again. I raised my arms and looked at my
naked armpits. Then I rubbed my hand over my very short hair cut. Saw
that there was not a hair on my body anywhere. Not even the ones that were
usually nearly unnoticeable on my arms and legs. I was devoid of hair and
I had let a man tell me to do it. What had become of me?
Bobby had gone back into the room and was sitting at my computer. He asked
me for the password for my computer. I gave it to him. He was sitting
naked at my desk. He logged into my computer and did a search for jpg
files on my computer. He found my stash of pictures. There were pictures
of naked men, men having to get undressed in front of other men and other
women. Naked men jacking off in front of fully dressed women and men.
Then he did another search and came up with my movies. Movies of men being
humiliated in front of other men and women. Made to strip and jack off and
bathe in front of other people. I was broken, he had found my darkest
deepest secrets. I was crushed. I started to sob.
Bobby turned to me and said, "What? You are ashamed of this? You are
worried because I found this stuff? Don't be. I knew it would be here.
This is no worse that what I have on tape of you. What are you worried
about? I already know what kind of man you are and I am still here. You
don't disgust me. I know you, I own you, you belong to me. You think
there is anything that I can't make you do that would be lower than any of
this," he waved at the computer. "Chill out, sit on the bed and watch.
You will have an assignment when I am done."
He started the web browser and typed in an address. While it was
connecting he hooked his camera up to the computer. A program started up
and it showed some film clips. He began downloading them from the camera.
Next thing, his link cleared on the screen and it was a web site showing
guys jacking off. There were numerous boxes showing various men doing
various acts. Bobby began typing away and soon I realized he was posting
my videos on the internet. I saw the name he used for me was Davey.
I put my head in my hands and wondered what would become of me now.
Bobby finished his work on the web site. He turned from the computer. He
told me to get up off of the bed. When I did, he got into bed naked. "Now
Davey, set down and write out what has happened to you so far. I want to
you to write down everything as it happened. Let me know how it feels,
felt, and what you thought and think about what went on and where we are.
"Finish it tonight and when you are done, Davey, you can sleep beside my on
the floor. Get a pillow and blanket out of the closet and sleep on the
floor next to me. Sleep naked. I will wake you in the morning. But now I
am going to sleep. Get busy."
So I sat down at my computer, opened word and began typing, "I was sitting
on the bench in the locker room. I had just gotten done with a grueling
workout. I had taken off my shoes, ..." Soon I heard Bobby snoring softly
and I looked over to see his naked form peaking out at various points from
the comforter. My cock was throbbing again as I recalled each and every
detail of the day. It was going to be a long night.
Thanks for all the feedback - especially Dave and Jase - Other comments,
suggestions, fantasies, send to harryrod575@yahoo.com. Part 4, may be
awhile as I will be traveling.
have fun
harry